CHAPTER SEVEN

“I can’t take it anymore, Paul. We need to do something. I can’t stand looking at him anymore. I hate him so much. Oh, goddess, I just want to step all over his cursed face,” I whispered to Paul, pacing across my office with rage.

“Have patience, My Lord; we’ll figure out something. We always do,” Paul replied, trying to calm me.

“It’s been six months, Paul, six whole months. Six months filled with nights of praying that he is killed off in the Troubled Waters just like every other goddamned mortal that ever goes there, and mornings seeing him walk back to the pack with that cursed smile on his face. I can’t take it anymore. It feels like I might go mad if I continue to see his face,” I ranted exasperatedly, pulling at my hair. I imagined how I must look like to him now, and suddenly I couldn’t bear to see his face anymore.

“You may leave now, Paul; you’re dismissed,” I ordered, waving him away. I watched his back until he got out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I picked up the world globe on my table to throw it at the wall when I felt something strange in my surroundings. I turned around to see a black raven holding a piece of paper in its mouth. Taking it out of its mouth, I released it to fly back.

Opening up the paper, I quickly scanned through it, and the message on it brought a smile to my lips. This was one heck of good news. It’s been two months since I reached out to The Spartan Witch.

The shifter is filled with different types of shifters from witches to vampires to bats and foxes. The Spartan Witch was a legendary name in the shifter community. She has done a lot of seemingly impossible things and made them look easy. She was a lone witch not bound to any coven; rumors even had it that she was banished from her kind for practicing the kind of magic she does.

The Spartan Witch practiced purely dark magic which was exactly what I need right now. She practiced her craft and would do anything for the right price. She had no moral compass or conscience whatsoever; she was bloody perfect for what I need. Smiling to myself at the thought of what I was about to do, I could already envision how powerful I was about to become. It was going to happen; I’m going to kill my wolf. At least one good news is coming out of this otherwise bland day.

Looking around the office, the black leather couch by the corner, the brown bookcase on my left. I used to love this place; it was my safe place in the pack. The only room that spoke volumes of the power an Alpha held. A power that now belonged to me. “It’s not yours,” a little voice in me said. Wolves were a vital part of every of our kind; they were kind of like our soulmates, they were bound to us forever. I had grown up to this same voice, always telling me what to do. His voice was something else I couldn’t stand, but there was no problem. He would soon be destroyed and silenced forever just like anyone who had ever dared to stand in his way. I deserved this, damn it, to be revered and worshipped, i crave it like it was my next breath. Truthfully i could live with the voice of my wolf; after all, i have lived this far with it; however, my wolf was just like the rest of them—weak. I looked around the room, and my eyes landed on the globe in front of him; we had all wanted to travel the world together. See that’s why I needed to get rid of my wolf; always trying to show him the ‘right way.” I need to take a walk.

On seeing me, people bowed left and right, and I’m supposed to let this position go. Ha,” I thought, shaking my head. I continued till I got to the balcony that overlooked the entire pack. “I could spit upon them from here, and they’d have no choice but to take it, to take their Alpha’s spit,” I jested to my wolf in my mind. Rustling in the bushes directly below me brought a hold of my thoughts. The Luna’s attendants were gossiping again.

“Have you seen his shoulders? They’re so big; I bet he could pick me up. Oh, he’s so handsome,” one said wistfully.

“I don’t think I have ever been attracted to scars before, but I’d love to worship his scars, to kiss them from scar to scar,” the other agreed with stars in her eyes.

“As if,” another one sneered at her fellow girls. “He smiled at me the other day; he wants me. Oh, the things I would do to that man,” she completed with a faraway look in her eyes.

“Dalton smiles at everyone,” the first one hissed at her. “Anyways, I already spoke to my father; he promised that he’ll talk to the Alpha and see to it that I’m mated to him,” she finished with pride at her fellow girls.

“Don’t you ladies have any better thing to do instead of standing here, gossiping about a slave?” The voice of my luna said.

“We won’t want me informing the Alpha about this, would we?” She continued.

“No ma’am,” they said simultaneously, bowing to her. “We’re very sorry, Luna,” they apologized to her.

“Alright, I never want to hear about anything even mildly related to this matter again. You’re dismissed,” She ordered, waving them away.

The girls were still discussing on their way to their rooms, but they were far away for my luna to hear them. I, however, still could thanks to my Alpha hearing.

“But we weren't doing anything wrong,” The second one said. “Don’t you know Dalton is the Luna’s true mate? She obviously still wants him,” the third one replied.

I could already feel my blood boiling at this point. “Both of you shush; let’s just stop talking about this,” the first and obviously most sensible said, effectively shutting them all up. Their little bout of gossips might have riled me up a bit, but what drove me mad with fury was the thread of murderous anger and arousal in my mind that definitely wasn’t mine. These were Caitlyn’s feelings; God, I need to do something about the wretched slave soon.